Your Lips

Lips taste of honey

 

Sweet straight from the comb

 

Wine ages on your lips

 

Place to place I roam

 

To have one sliver

 

One small trickle

 

Of your lips your lips

 

Let me see you giggle

 

Just to watch your lips move

 

I’d stare in a trance

 

Watch them pucker and drip

 

Hoping for the chance

 

To taste to drink to slurp

 

Your sweet lips your lips

 

You can stand still

 

As my mouth sips

 

Decadent in my mouth

 

Delightful in my tummy

 

Umm hmm

 

Boy that was yummy

Slowly and Steadily

I’m…I’m

Drizzling down…

Down…down…

Down your lips…

Onto…onto…

Your chest…

Your chest…

Slowly…and…Steadily

Slowly,,,Trickling down…

Down…Your spine…

Sending…sending

Exhilarating chills…

Surges of thrills…

And…and…

Evoking piercing shrills…

And..and…

Screeching squeals…

Slowly…and…Steadily…

I percolate a pleasing…on

On…The nape of your neck…

Neck… your neck…

Showering with kisses…

My lips ambitious…

My hands are viscous…

Your taste delicious…

Ooooo…mmmm…mmmmm…

Slowly…and…Steadily…

I trill your chest…

Strong chest…Manly chest

Slowly…

Steadily…

I engage you…

I’ve surveyed you…

I initiate you…

I…I…I Invade you

Slow…Slowly…

And…and…

Steady…Steadily

I Try To Speak

I try to speak but the words fail

I cry out, but to no avail

There is a hand over my mouth

That keeps my screams from coming out

I have no voice, no way to proclaim

My anguish and suffering and my shame

I try to speak out, but on deaf ears

Not literally, but by careless peers

People who don’t care about my plight

People who see my suffering and get delight

I cry out, they don’t want to hear

I scream out, In my darkest drear

Now don’t get me wrong, People do come

When they want to use my body, get them some

I try to speak out while they are using me

They ears are even closed as they are misusing me

If they would open their ears just for a second

I would scream out forget the mythical legend

I am not a sex object with no feelings

I am not put here for your sexual dealings

I am a woman like other women, who cry

I am a woman like other women, who die

I am a woman like other women, who bleed

I am a woman like other women, who carry seed

I am a woman like other women, who need love

I am a woman like other women, what’s the difference whereof

The only difference between me and others

Is people’s ideas and stigma that covers

The women of color in america

We’ve been branded saddler

We don’t have to fall into that slot

Made to wallow in the slop

Let us rise from the mire

Be real women should be our desire

They won’t give it to us, let’s take it

Change the negative views, and forsake it